Monday, September 7, 2009

The toilet

The older houses here used to have an outhouse out back. Literally, a plank with a hole in it, and once a year it would be emptied out, usually by a farmer who paid for the honour of carrying your crap fertilizer out through your house, bucket by drippy bucketful....

Seems that ten years ago when they built the new toilet over the privy the house used to have they didn't bother to empty it first.

I find that old European houses are so full of...interesting surprises. After we bought our house in France, we found out that the owners had built the garage right around the septic tank. That's right- the crap goes to a big cement box sitting right in the garage, next to where we park the car. Groovy, right?

Beth, ah! and that would be the tank that was leaking everywhere, no? We don't need to pump. Pour concrete most likely. It is 10 years old....(we assume the current toilet has drains to the municipal sewers, if not.....

OH my Hula, I have to take some pictures tomorrow....you will feel SO much better!

The latest

Who???

A Canadian sailor aground in Catalonia, Spain. We used to live in Toronto, then we got on our boat and sailed down to the Bahamas where we spent most of our time for three years and now we are here in Spain, outside of Barcelona, learning the languages, eating and doing our thing.
Yup, we still miss the boat but life is good.